Montag, 20. August 2012


am friedhof
 nicht verharrt,
 dennoch frieden
 dort verloren

 kurz darauf:
 reißt grad
 wieder auf

 ©Beatrix Brockman

Ich liebe

I love the promise 
in your eyes, the oath 
your right hand took 

I love the web of lines 
around your eyes 
their twinkle as I feel 

your hand on mine 
I love how your desire 
of this me is steady 

and so faithful to 
this body that I 
evermore reject 

I love your love 
of me and I return 
it as my love of you

©Beatrix Brockman